A Word with Friends 9/29
Sorry I been away. Was just disassociating and recovering after the last few months.
Anyway thanks @jenn2d2 for the word and Sparkles @hedwigoprah for the word!!
Ok look I been back in the COD brain rot. I was actually talking to @julie-spirit-finn about my COD obsession and then I saw this word and was like 'I have to write it now I guess'. And then I decided to drop my baby Marina de Riva in so it's kinda Dragon Age related. It was destiny with this word
Defenestration
1. a throwing of a person or thing out of a window assassination by defenestration 2. a usually swift dismissal or expulsion (as from a political party or office) the defenestration of political leaders
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"Yer arse and parsley," breathed Soap in a tense voice as he looked across the crowded bar. It was hotter than Satan's arsehole in this god forsaken country. Sweat beaded at his brow as he licked his lips, though he had to admit his reaction wasn't fully from the sun beating down as she tossed her wild curls over her shoulder and caught sight of him. "English, Johnny," Ghost chuckled from his left, his deep voice reminding Soap not to stare as he noticed the woman that had the sergeant so distracted. "De Riva? Oh come on, Sergeant. Stop standing there like a smitten pup. We worked Las Almas with her.” Fuck, Soap remembered. How could he forget? He knew she would be here, Vargas had sent his best stealth operator for this mission. But seeing Marina's bronze skin glistening from under her light sun dress as she slowly lifted a whiskey to her lips was too real. A little too raw as he tried to still the fluttering beat of his pulse. He had missed his shot back in Mexico after their mission, and now here they were again. Another assignment had paired them together. And while he knew he needed to focus on their objective, he also knew there was only so much one man could take. “Johnny, I don't like that look in your eyes.” Ghost's tone had changed, a low warning in his growl as his strong grip wrapped around Soap's forearm. “You always look like that when you're about to do something foolish. Remember why we are here- the defenestration of the president. The cartel…” Fuck, LT was right even if Soap hated to admit it. Marina probably wouldn't be interested in a man like him anyway. Not when she looked that damn good as she slipped from her seat and casually stalked towards them. The outline of her gun was barely visible from under the muslin fabric at her thigh as she brushed past them, smelling like hibiscus and honey as he fought not to inhale her scent. “Thought you boys would never show up. Come on, I've been doing recon all day and I think I have a lead.”
